I loathe this silence..

Life is going on 

 It is like the road diversions...

we are  stepping around and about.... 

gingerly..unsure...


The days pass by.. whether I  want them to, or not.

Your room is as before.. 

I have given away your  hospital bed.. and other medical equipment. 

but 

now it is a new 'before'
we relate to.. 


The guest room looks
strange without your
bed in it...

Your room looks unbelievably strange,
with your  bed back in it.. 
and you. not in it.



You... You are missed



I dread the silence of the nights